This is a song about "Bless"

Everyday bless the several people missing.

There'd still be niggas out killing

Its either a bless or a curse, i cleanse the weak with a breath of my verbs

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Its either a bless or a curse, i cleanse the weak with a breath of my verbs

I should end up my battle with a kiss i was just trynna clean your rap mess

I guess, its obvious that i will obsess over every word until i bless

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

I lurk and bless whoever shows me respect

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Tonight you're gettin' christened too, bless the mic, spit the truth,

My mom bless, her heart was in a better place.

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days